August Moone
Book 7
Shadows of Moons
Chapter 37
Stand Alone Story

Decent into Horror
Part IV

Perspectives
	Time was meaningless—especially when you are an Entity.  There was no “feeling” of anything; there was no perspective of anything; there was nothing.  Dizzying flashes of what could only be perceived as a Past Life filled the thought waves but otherwise made no sense—no sense of being.  But after the terribleness at the Winemeir home proceeding forthward in the pursuit of Aware of Being was the only thing to do.  
	There was some senses, though, some thoughts that were congealing.  After a time, and time had no meaning, there were certain images that were centralized.  The Entity wasn’t sure who they were or represented but began to focus on the image(s) as well as some of the more pertinent ones that were also substantial in that they seemed “familiar” and occurred more often than not.
	At length it came to pass that he found that there was a name to the central image—Dominick.  But that was all.  But it was enough, the Entity had a name, Dominick.  It was a beginning.  Given more time he learned more of himself, of his being.  The awareness of Being did little, though, to bound him to the Earth, he still “floated” along merrily as something of an invisible cloud.
	So Dominick began to dote on the WHY—why was he an Entity?  Apparently he had not always been so.  But that was just a maybe, maybe he WAS human, maybe he WAS this Dominick character and maybe not!  Maybe he was somebody else, a ghost, or an after image.  There were many images, memories, in his mind—or something close resembling a mind if an Entity can have one such.  Images of other peoples, peoples who seemed somewhat familiar, but then again—distant.

	Nothing made sense, that was for sure for certain.  He had a name, but he wasn’t sure that it was his.  It was frustrating and there was still the elusive manner of HOW.  How had he become such a ghostly phenomenon?  It was confounding and beyond frustrating.  And there seemed to be nothing that was sound enough to give him any ideas or clues.
	At least he wasn’t hungry.
	He saw in a park peoples having lunches.  Familiar scenes filled him as he saw himself partaking of meals—home meals, restaurant, something of a school cafeteria setting, and parks, too.  For a long time he could only “see” the meals; chicken, steaks, sandwiches, and various desserts but he could not “smell” them and certainly not “taste” them.  Those senses were as elusive to him as was his memory.
	He figured that something tragic must of happened to him.  He settled on the course that perhaps he WAS a ghost, or ghost-like.  He had must of met with a sudden tragedy that—that—that was too sudden.  Something that he was unprepared for, something that must of happened so suddenly that he was not set up to travel on to the Great Beyond.  Whatever the hell that meant.
	Heaven?  Hell?  That concept was elusive, too.
	Images began to flash in his perspective—he saw a great wall of gray that soon segued to form a cloud.  There was a green crashing sea; along the ground was a railroad track and he seemed to be standing between the rails.  To the left and right of him, and behind him were thick dense woods, lush green and freshly wet from a heavy rain.  He could smell the rain and the wetted woods.
	He could feel the intense cold.
	Some hundred yards out there was the sea.  Something of a broken beach on either side as the train track seemed to go out over the sea, out to the gray cloud bank beyond.  There were great rocks, boulders on the beach, huge hills encircling the beach so as it was a private beach.  The sea tossed up green foam lashing over the tracks.
	From out of the clouds there was a great light.
	From out of the light there was a great thunder.
	Oppsy?

	Backing up didn’t seem to be an option, looking down he saw his feet trapped between the creosote timbers separating the rails.  The stench of the oil soaked wood permeated the cold wet air making a strange mix as the damp woodsy odor lingered all about, too.

	Dom wrestled with his feet trying to get them out and moving—from the clouds a great train was coming—a GREAT train.  There was great fear and trepidation mounting within him, he saw the surf below the bridge crashing mercilessly against the jagged rocks and his fear increased ten-fold.  A memory crashed into his psyche—taking him back to when he was a wee child and his parents had taken him to the beach.  
	The beach was fine but then they came to walk out on the pier—the pier that went out from the beach over water.  For the first few steps all was well, then Dominick made the mistake of looking down.  Looking down between the boards of the pier he saw the water surging to and fro—it freaked the five year old and he went berserk.
	Since then, he had never gone to the beach.
	Dom looked up suddenly as the great massive thundering train came barreling to him.
	“HOLY SHIT!” he screamed.  The train engine was right on him; steam, smoke, and thunder.  It wasn’t good.  Then it got worse.

*

	For awhile—nothing.
	Nothingness.
	Emptiness.
	Not so much as loneliness as there was nothing to feel; not in the general since of “being.”  There was an “awareness” but not of “being.”  There was nothing.  But that was about to change.
	There was a sudden gush of wind followed by a smell (or odor) that was unknown—it was at first indescribable and then something similar to roses, honey, and burning rubber?
	Then there was a warmth—it was strange and gave him a feeling of love?  More to the point of warmth—a homely warmth that was a special bond of family.  But that was quickly replaced by a bright light.  
	Not the light of a steam locomotive, not that again—but of the sun.
	Sounds came to acknowledge nextly, bees firstly and then the blessed sounds of children at play.  Birds were in the background, a gunning motorcycle was in the background.
	Peace.  Serenity.  All was well.  Sorta.
	
	It wasn’t for certain How it happened or even Why, but by Who was.
	More to the point Dom who was in a state of “flux” noted a man hiding in the bushes operating an EMAD in one hand, his cock in the other…
	His attention seemed to be on a cutesy teenage girl who led one little boy by the hand while carrying another.  She had a nice ass.  A very nice ass, tight jeans made the ass nicer.  Bouncy brown hair that was styled in light natural curls; bouncy titties, too.  She was all of about thirteen, possibly fourteen.  The boys she toted were seven and five years young.
	Off the cement walk that encircled the park, thru the wooden fence rail and into the woods that was the backdrop to the park.  The man operating his EMAD and cock was highly interested, and frustrated.  It wasn’t clear if the Intended had acted on her own or been electronically “coerced.”
	The man slinked along the ground trying to find her as when once anyone made into the woods—they were quickly swallowed up as the woods were thick with saplings, ferns, and the like like that there.  Dom noted that where the man had been was a little girl approx six years young; her pants blue shorts and yellow panties were at ankles and cum was drying in splotches on her nakedness.

	The man couldn’t find his Intended (target), but Dom did.  She really hadn’t gone that far from the park boundary and had gone down a small gully and around a large granite boulder.  Nestled then in some crisscrossing dead trees braced against the boulder the girl was busy helping one of her charges pee.
	The seven year old.
	Tallow hair, round face, blue eyes, sweet all over—all over.  Wearing a green polo shirt and beige pants the boy was cute as hell, well groomed, well dressed, but was allowed to let his hair grow long—but not shaggy.  He stood with his pants unzipped and his tallywhacker out.  A steady stream of pee issued from his tally—with the teenage babysitter masturbating it!
	She did!
	She gently pulled the penis skin back to the base and then up, using only a couple of fingers.  Young “Charles” grinned and liked—a lot.  While he grinned and peed, Ally caressed his butt and then very gently (surreptitiously) tugged his pull-up pants down.  The boy seemed oblivious or didn’t care.  With his pee finished—Ally continued to work his little pud, squeezing it, stroking it, getting it hard.
	When it was hard she went down on it.

	When she went down on it she began to finger herself, moan, and cum.  In flux Dom was right behind the girl admiring her task, admiring her dancing ass.  He saw her fingers working her cunt and felt her desires as she sucked cock and brought herself to orgasmic bliss.
	Dom inched closer.
	The five year old sat playing with the forest floor.
	Charles rubbed his bare butt but still seemed oblivious—his winky was getting waxed and nothing else mattered.  He stared down to Allison, her hair covering her face but her mouth could be seen—sucking his pee-pee.  
	Dom inched closer.
	Allison sucked and sucked, taking Charles’ balls into her mouth, too.
	Young Alex found joy in watching some ants crawl along a piece of wood.  The woods were nice, fresh air, clean air, and secure.  Allison began to cum and had undone her pants, pushing them down and working her feverish cunt thru her basic white bikini panties.
	Dom smiled and then heard a curious sound.
	Cocking his head he strained to concentrate—turning his attention behind him and up the small gully.  There he saw the slinking naughty man crawling quietly along with an EMAD device in hand.  He saw Allison and was locking his Device onto her.
	Dom looked to the unwary Allison; there wasn’t much he could do.
	Was there?
	As a free floating spirit, no.  He was “in flux”; that of which was having no substance.  He was barely “aware” of himself and what he WAS aware of was regarded as unsubstantiated.  He had a name, Dominick, but felt that there was more to himself than that.
	The piercing whine of the EMAD began to effect Dom, he felt a curious tingling surging through him—an electrical field that for a while distorted everything—his thoughts, sight, feeling, and awareness.  He then heard what could only be described as crashing surf; he smelled salty sea air, felt the mist of the crashing surf anoint his face, his person.  He could smell the heaviness of a drenched forest.  Beneath his feet there was a rumbling, but not from the ocean surging against the shore, crashing onto the broken rocks.
	Looking up he saw a train, THAT train, that thundering train emerging in a huff charging down the tracks that lay across the upsetted green sea.
	“SON-OF-A-BITCH!”

*

	“Ally?”
	“What’s wrong with her?”
	Ally flicked her eyes, squeezed them and saw a little boy with his pants and underwear down, another boy with wetted pants squatting before her.  She had a headache, her stomach churned, her neck hurt, and she was more than just a little confused.
	“What the fu--, uhm, what’s going on?” 
	“You fell down.” said Charlie.
	Allison looked to the handsome fellow, and his “fellow.”  Licking her lips, squeezing her eyes she regained herself, looked around and felt everything was ok.  
	Not quite.  Alex Reagon had pissed himself.
	Sitting up on her knees she stood the five year old up, “We gotta get you back home and cleaned up.”
	The little boy was a little embarrassed but Allison didn’t make a big deal out of it so he took it well and let it pass.  His brother stood by his side nonchalant-like with his weeny still exposed (and hard.)  Allison stroked the little thang, caressed it and checked her watch.
	“We don’t have much time.” she said with a disappointed sigh.  Pulling the boy’s pants and underwear up, then her own pants, she walked the boys back to the park, avoided the people in the park, crossed the front street and walked one block down and half a block over.
	At a nice modern two-story home with nice yard front and back, two car garage, lovely trees, well manicured home the trio turned into the empty drive.  It was a race to the front door with Allison who could have easily won holding back.
	Young pissy pants Alex actually beat out his brother, but he may have held back, too.  Using a key the girl opened the large white sturdy front door and the group entered in.
	“Upstairs!” said Allison as the boys had firstly headed for the kitchen.
	“Aw!” griped the boys, but they obeyed their –sitter and hustled up the stairs.  Down a short hall and into the hall bathroom whereupon Allison pantsed Alex.  Brother Charlie stood by being sheepish and with a quick check of her watch she smiled and nodded her head—conveying to him, 
	‘yeah, go ahead, you too.’
	Charlie pulled down his pants and stepped out of them…

	With both boys nude they were placed into the bathtub.  The bathroom was large and had a built-in tub/shower.  Allison pulled up her long sleeve shirt sleeves, turned on the water then flipped the lever to send the water up the pipe to the shower head.  There was a handheld shower wand she used to wet down the boys, special attention to young Alex.  Handing a bar of soap to the lads she got them to soap up themselves while she rinsed.
	“Join us, Ally!” called Alex giggling.
	“Yeah!” added Charlie.
	Again, after checking her watch she deduced that there was time.  Not a lot of time but some.  She stripped off all of her clothes and stepped into the shower joining the boys.  It wasn’t her first time.  The boys were somewhat oblivious to Allison’s complete nudity—only that she was nude.  
	On her knees she bathed the boys and they did so unto her.  There were lots of smiles all around, giggles, and blushings.  The boys knew that what they did was wrong—but they weren’t sure why.  
	Just a few minutes in shower was all there was time for.  A quick rinse off and they were all out on the bathroom floor drying off with young Alex getting hyper.  He was five and had a short attention span.  Keeping him curbed took some doing.  
	They dried one another off and then…
	It couldn’t be helped.
	Allison’s attention returned to Charlie—and to Alex.  After drying she cupped the boys’ balls, fondle-fondle-fondle, then tugged on their wee-wees before sucking on them.  The boys liked—a lot!  Young Alex really liked and Allison seemed to like what she did, too.
	After much ado about “sucking” there was the other matter…
	Fucking.
	Allison Thomas-13, laid herself out on the bathroom floor amass the wet towels and wet tile, opened her legs and drew Charlie onto her firstly, with Alex on his knees at her head playing with himself.  It wasn’t Charles’ first time, either.
	The boy positioned himself and gleefully (and easily) guided himself into Allison’s sex all the while the teenage tomboy suckled on Alex’s pud.  The boys were good; Charlie humped almost like a pro, arching his back and thrusting his pelvis, easing into Allison’s sex put popping out a few times while he fucked.
	Little Alex’s pud never had a chance to “pop” out as Allison had a serious vapor lock on the boy’s dick.  Alex sat with his hands on his hips thoroughly enjoying the blow (suck).

	It was a quickie, though, and Allison wished there had been more time.  Her orgasm came and gripping Charlie’s ass she squeezed him and delighted in him—er, him in her, and enjoyed a tumultuous orgasm.  It would have been better had they still been in the woods were it was more private and secure.
	It felt like a good pee.  But the fire was unquenchable.  She clenched and kept Charlie humping her until such a time as she was somewhat quelled—but the fire still burned.  What she needed was bigger cock…
	Sitting up gathering herself she had the boys suck her titties while she fondled their young asses.  That helped, some.  She was a long way from being satisfied but for the moment she was okay.
	Charlie got to dress but there was the matter of Alex’s pissed in pants.  Back down the stairs they went and into the laundry room where pissed pants and underwear were deposited into the washer.   The boys played while Alison fretted about “time.”
	Five minutes of washing was good enough and the clothes were quickly squeezed as dry as possible as squeezing could do and then tossed into the dryer.
	Watching the boys play just made things worse for Allison.  She wanted to join in—to be naked with them and have their young cocks humping all over her, peeing on her!  She wanted to taste them, to suck them and quietly she desired to see them cum.  But they were too young for that.  The only boy she knew who was old enough to cum was the boyfriend of one of her best friends.
	But she imagined what he would look like naked.  She imagined him jacking off onto her, squirting his semen, his sperm, his cum.  She even imagined him PEEING on her!
	But tough to imagine was him fucking her; what would his cock feel like riding in her cunt?  With the young Mckenzie brothers their puds did very little in sexually satisfying her quaking quim.  She got “off” but not in the sense of being satisfied.  The act of having sex, having sex with underage boys, having sex in the woods, in her home, in the boys’ home, those things helped aid her in “getting off” but to finish the job of orgasm she had to diddle herself to completion.
	Five minutes of super hot drying still left Alex’s clothes a little damp, and time was waning.  Five more minutes.  The boys romped naked and put their babysitter into high horny mode—again.

	A car door slammed just as Ally pulled up Alex’s underwear.  Her heart beat increased and quickly she hustled the boy into his very warm pants, hugged and patted his butt and then went to meet her parents and the boys’ father.
	Bounding into the house first, though, was the newest addition to the household, Ashley.  She was six years young and not biologically connected to Allison.  Ashley’s Dad had married recently divorced Allison’s Mom.  Allison wasn’t too keen on the deal and had very little to do with the new Daddy and even less with the new “sister.”
	The little girl made for the bathroom.  Allison waited for her Mother; their relationship had strained with the new marriage and the unmitigated gall of bringing two new peoples into the house.  But Allison had several friends who had split parents and they were ok so Allison decided to make a try at being civil—but it wasn’t easy.  There was just something about “Dan” she didn’t like.  She didn’t know exactly what it was but he sometimes stared at her and made her feel uncomfortable.  He also invaded her space too much at times—stepping up too close to her.
	Most of the time she just avoided being in his presence if at all possible.  She tried very hard to fill her day with personal projects—her babysitting jobs, school, tutoring, and various sports activities.  A few times she was saddled with taking care of Ashley.  Allison really did not have a problem with Ashley, she was a cutey and a typical six year old.  But there was no connection there—only the fact that she was the daughter of a man she despised.
	The father of the boys she was babysitting for came nextly.  Ally had thoughts about him—thoughts that made her tremble, shudder, and sometimes cum.  In the shower she often thought of Mike Mckenzie pounding her pussy—she took her hand held shower head and turned the setting to Pulse and aimed it to her quaking quim.  The pulsing water pounding her cunt felt good—she often, too, spanked herself and wondered what it would be like to be buggered by Mike as well.
	The boys ran to their father, also a divorced parent.  They hugged and the boys were giddy—and then outrageous when they were presented with TOYS!  Ally’s Mom and step-dad came in last holding hands.  It sickened Allison and she turned away—she was going to hug her mother in greeting but after seeing her hand clasped in the hand of a man she despised—fuck that.

	Ally made her way to the backyard to practice some pitching, she had a big game coming up and needed to practice as much as possible.  The hall bathroom door was open askew and there was Ashley sitting happily on the toilet, pants and panties at her ankles singing while peeing.  Ally closed the door and continued on her way.
	“We have something for you.” Dan said talking down the hall to Allison.  The girl paused and turned her head to look over her shoulder, 
	“What?” she asked methodically slamming her fist into her mitt.
	He didn’t answer her but give a wink and a smile with a head nod ‘come here to find out.’  Allison sighed disgruntled.  Reluctantly she sloughed her way along the hall back to the kitchen.
	Her Mom and step-dad stood there smiling.  They were up to something.  A surprise.  Ally liked surprises—when she knew them in advanced and could be prepared.  
	The boys raced around their father, Ashley came into the kitchen and by her smile and giddiness it was clear she was in the know, too.  Allison clenched her hand inside her mitt feeling uncomfortable to the extreme.
	“What?” she asked again.
	“We have something for you.” 
	Allison looked to her Mom and waited.  Ashley nearly spilt the beans she was so excited but her Daddy quickly hushed her mouth with his hand clamp over her mouth.  Allison was getting impatient and her Mom knew she couldn’t hold off any further.  From behind her back she pulled into view a wrapped gift bag.
	“What’s this?” Allison asked.
	“You will just have to open it to see, silly.” her Mom chortled.
	Allison had no idea what could be in the bag.
	She took her time at first—at first.  Then it was – fuck that!  She ripped the top of the gift bag to find the actual gift wrapped in typical gift tissue—and a lot of it, too.
	When Allison finally got to the “gift” she was stunned.
	A baseball mitt.
	Not a typical run-of-the-mill department store baseball mitt.  This one was a signed autographed mitt, high class leather, high dollar.  
	“Whoa!” sparked Allison.  Her eyes feasted on the fine stitching, the autograph “Good luck, Ally  Hope to see you in the Majors” from a big major league pitcher of a team Ally rooted for and hoped some day to actually be on the pitching mound for; the fine leather, and the way it snugged her hand.
	It was awesome.

	So awesome that though she gratefully hugged her Mom, she lost her composure and also hugged Dan.  The step-dad was taken aback but embraced his step-daughter, patting her on the back and saying,
	“You deserve it, slugger.”
	“She’s not a slugger, she’s the flash!” blurted Ashley.
	Dan nodded his head, Allison wasn’t a hitter but a pitcher.  And she was pretty darn good, too.  Charlie and Alex were curious about the baseball mitt, too.  Allison took the brood out to the backyard where they played ball for awhile until the boys’ Dad said it was time to go.
	“We were going to give it to you on your birthday, Saturday, but we know that you have that big game that day--”
	“So we thought we’d give to you today, that okay.” Ally’s Mom asked.
	Ally nodded that it was Way Ok.  She hugged her Mom and step-dad once more and couldn’t wait to get to her room and her phone.

*

	Falling into bed she lay still for several minutes collecting and gathering herself.  It had been a long day.  The hour was late, she had an early morning, and she was still jazzed by her early birthday gift.  The afternoon had been spent regaling to her closest friends what had happened and though they were not great fans of “sports” per se, they supported her and were happy for her.
	She knew they were planning a “surprise” birthday party for her, too.
	That was okay, they were all very close friends and that was what they did for each other.  Allison had six very close friends that bonded in a form of a sisterhood and most had known one another for years.
	When her composure had settled her and she had begun to really relax she thought of Charlie and Alex.  The wish for more “time” with them was great, she knew that she probably would have had better sex with them if they had simply stayed at home.  The trek to the park had been time consuming, going out beyond the park took time, then coming home took even more time.  All that “time” could have been spent having sex!
	But the boys had wanted to go to the park and it was Allison’s aim to please them—inasmuch as they pleased her.  The thoughts of the boys naked rubbing their pee-pees all over her, gouging her cunny, in her mouth, suckling her titties made her horny.

	Slowly she worked her fingers down inside her panties, just touching the hood covering her clit.  Her eyes fluttered, her stomach gurgled—Mom’s meatloaf dinner was still yet unsettled.  The image of Lank, Brad, and Mike filled her mind.  She imagined herself in her room with her birthday party going on downstairs.  Then, in walks Lank, fourteen years young with incredible hair and general cunt pleasing looks all around.  He was dashing as all get out—handsome ten times over.  
	He had a dynamite tan, perfect teeth, dressed well, and was damn charming, too.  He came slowly striding into the room, already naked.  His cock was gorgeous—long, straight, and proud—very proud.  He worked it once, worked it twice, and then slid onto Ally’s bed keeping his body just above hers.
	Nothing was said, nothing to chance spoiling the moment.
	Lank’s cock gently glided against Ally’s trembling cunt, she bit her lips hard to keep from blurting out loud “fuck me!  Oh yes, for God in Heaven FUCK FUCK FUCK ME!”
	Lank did fuck her, slowly.  With great strides in care and precision he gingerly eased his manly manbone into her sex.  Ally felt a gusher of her juices flowing right from the onset.  Her nipples hardened and toes began to curl!  All over her, including her hair, began to tingle as inch by inch Lank’s cock entered her.
	Above her the model material boy smiled, his arms locked to either side of her, his fine tan body rigid broken only by his pelvis’ movements.  Ally moaned, clenched the covers of her bed before releasing them to grapple the hunk above her, bringing him down onto her.  When he did so his cock slid all the way into her sending the thirteen year old girl into a frizzy of dazzling emotional-sexual cartwheels.
	She began to buck up into her lover, squeezing her legs about his and holding back nothing.  Their mouths met and it was embarrassingly awkward as Ally who had never been kissed by a boy tried to engulf Lank’s mouth.  (oh, she had been KISSED by a boy, little boys—practicing herself for when she finally DID get kissed by a boy her age—or a little older.)
	Lank was in command, though, and grinded against her his entire body.  His powerful shaft tantalized her cunny, her clit.  She moaned and was incapable of any thoughts other than getting laid.
	Lank did a fine job of lying her, taking several long enduring minutes before relinquishing his deed.  After he had cum he lay on her, sucking her titties, his cock still in her pussy still squirting, still pulsing, still increasing Allison’s lust.

	When Lank departed there was only a small amount of time passing before Brad Hardgrove entered in.  Brad Hardgrove, like Lank, was fourteen.  Brad was a little shorter, blond hair, blue eyes, and a star soccer player.  He was just as handsome as was Lank, but different.  He came in clothed, but stood to the side of Ally’s bed sliding off his clothes until he was nude.
	His cock was hard and already dripping cum.  Ally reached for it, worked it, then drew it into her mouth.  The taste of his cock was fantastic!  He jutted cum into her mouth and it was not vile like one of her girlfriend’s said cum was.  She sucked and sucked, drawing the full length of Brad’s dick into her mouth, draining him while she fondled his hairy balls.
	When Brad had fully orgasmed off into Ally mouth, he slid onto the bed and then onto Ally’s body.  They lay kissing, wrapping their arms and legs about one another meshing their sweaty bodies.
	“Happy birthday,” Brad whispered, “you deserve it.”

	Her pussy quivered with excitement; beneath her ass was a pool of cream; mixed cream.  For the few moments that she was alone she fantasized someone squirting his hot jiz onto her face, onto her titties, then all over her body.  Then, one (or all) of her best friends coming in naked to lick the cream off!
	The very thought of Ellen, Cindy, Meghan, Clarisse, all licking boy splooge from her body cause her to erupt in even more orgasmic bliss.  She shuddered all over, quivering uncontrollably.
	From downstairs she could hear the party thumping right along—she could even smell the odor of marijuana.  She smiled and knew that Meghan had brought her special “baggie” of happy smoke.
	Suddenly entering her room came Mike.
	Allison held her breath and waited.
	Mike Mckenzie was fairly handsome, had a persona of someone who lived at the beach appeal about him, was well educated but not snooty, and sported a nice dick.  A very nice dick.  A very nice HARD dick.  The man walked slowly nakedly across the semi darkened room, his cock reaching her long before the rest of him.
	Ally opened her legs already drenched in the anticipation.
	Mike slid onto the bed laying his manly manhood against her, just resting the behemoth member against her trembling twat.  Ally groaned, opened her legs and maneuvered herself to maneuver Mike’s cock into her.

	Mike took his time; gliding the head of his massive prick into her sex caused her to twisted her body, arch her back, and cum.  She clenched tight as the mushroom of his dick entered her; parting her legs wider she tried to hump UP into him to receive him but he slid his dick into her more and she had to arch her back instead.
	Her toes tingled, her hair tingled, her entire body went contorting uncontrollably as inch by inch her cunt was filled with hot throbbing cock.  Casually she wondered if Mike’s sons, Charlie and Alex would have the same powerful cunt pleasing cocks when they grew older?  She couldn’t wait!
	When Mike’s cock had fully entered her, he began to slowly back up.
	Ally couldn’t stand it, she wrapped her legs about his waist,
	“Ooooooh, fuck me, Mike, please fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!”
	and so Mike did.

*

	The urge to pee disturbed her, which was good ‘cause she was way too damn old to be peeing the bed.  She sighed as she struggled to force the “urge” to go away.
	What time was it?
	Twelve?  One?  Two?
	Turning her head she looked bleary eyed to see that it was 11:45.
	11:45!?
	That couldn’t be right, she had just lain down a few minutes before eleven!  It felt as if though she had been asleep forever.  She sunk in her bed—then felt the “wetness” between her legs.  Her panties were soaked—not with urine but with cum—girl cum.
	“Damn.”  Sliding out of bed she slid her cum soaked panties down and off then dashed to her bathroom.  She was glad her bedroom had its own bathroom, she was lucky there.
	A quick rinse of her cunny and then a sit on the toidy for a long hard yet satisfying pee.  Thought in her head swirled—she had been dreaming of Lank, Brad, and Mike.  As her peeing came to an end she frigged herself some more exciting herself all over again.  It felt too good to stop.
	She frigged and frigged and frigged until she felt the stirrings of “release.”  But she was still unquenched.  She needed more—something more than fingers.  

	After wiping and then flushing she stood to check herself in the mirror.  She wasn’t a bad girl, in the looks department—kind of plain but that was ‘cause she sided with the tomboy aspect of life and not into fashions or beauty.  She very-very seldom wore dresses or skirts.  Just on certain occasions; special school functions, class pictures, holidays, and a wedding or two.
	Her dark brown hair was ok, it could use a style but she liked it flowing over her left shoulder as it was.  She wasn’t into a lot of make-up although her Mom said it was ok—“just don’t over do it.”
	Dainty earrings and a couple rings and a matching bracelet (but those she removed when she was pitching.)  Her breasts were small, but so was her butt.  She didn’t mind, too much was a hassle.  
	She liked herself, she wasn’t bad looking and—
	Suddenly in the mirror she saw something.
	Another image.
	Someone standing behind her!

	Whirling around she nearly tripped herself and fell.
	Dashing into her room she saw no one.  Flipping on the light she stood ready to scream for her Mom.  But there was no one in her room.  The  bedroom door was closed as was the closet door.  She stood still for a moment, casting her eyes all about—then onto her rumbled bed and the soilage in the middle.
	“oh shit!” she blurted.  Her Mom would think she had pissed the bed—and at thirteen!  Changing sheets was a pain in the ass—‘specially at friggin midnight!  But she had to and when the new sheets were in place she considered what to do about the old sheets.
	She knew what she had to do—put the sheets in the washer.  The stain was a good one.  She couldn’t believe she had cum so and thought maybe she HAD peed some.  “Damn.”  double damn.  
	The mattress was a little soiled, too.  Some cleaning products would take care of that but she had to hurry before it set in.  Gathering the sheets she quickly darted out to the hallway where she met her step-daddy, Dan.
	He stared at her, she stared at him.
	He was nude.
	So was she.
	“Hello.” he said calmly.
	“Hell-hello.” Allison returned nervously.
	“What’s doing?”

	Ally shrugged, “Oh, just decided to change sheets.” she said half heartedly.
	“Ok.” said Dan.
	Ally clung to the sheets—her blue eyes slowly dipping down to take a long gander at the man’s hard bone.  Greatly did Ally strive to keep from thinking about her Mom and Dan having sex.  When they had started dating barely six months after the divorce, Ally was aware of what they did secretly and privately together.
	Sexually active somewhat was Allison started way back when she was in grade school—her close friend Ellen had an older brother at the time and they were having sex.  Allison had no siblings and was just beginning to be mildly aware that boys were not icky and coated in cooties, they were cute and had something dangling between their legs to play with.
	Allison and Ellen did more than “play” with Eddy’s firehose, they sucked the life out of it and got it between their own legs.  Allison recalled watching Ellen on her hands and knees with her brother behind her fucking her.  Eddy smiled and nodded for her to come see the action.  Nakedly she did so and was amused, amazed, and shocked to see Eddy’s fourteen year old cock sliding in and out of Ellen’s ten year old asshole.
	Since then Allison occasionally sodomized herself but had yet to take a real dick treat there.  She clung to the sheets staring at Dan’s damning dong, it was hard—way hard.  And was it dripping?  Allison felt ill at ease, her stomach tightened and her cunt suddenly pulsed, clenching and in need of a serious fingering.
	In her puzzled mind came the wonder—what would Dan’s dong feel like slamming her cunt.  What would it taste like?  Could he coat her body in his jiz.  Would he fuck her asshole?
	“Something I can do for you, Ally?” Dan said breaking her mind thoughts.
	Allison stumbled her words and stood braced against the wall—suddenly realizing that SHE was nude, too!
	“Oh shit!” she blurted out of character.
	Dan smiled.
	Ally looked up the hall to the bedroom of her mother,
	“Your Mom got a call, your aunt has taken a turn for the worse and she (the Mom) went back to the hospital.”
	Aunt Ida was ten years older and in ill-health.

	“Oh.” replied Ally.
	“Was you on your way somewhere?” Dan asked.
	Ally licked her lips and looked to him curiously before remembering that she was on a task.  “Oh shit!” she blurted out of character again, she fakes a smile and began to become flustered.  Dan smiled, nodded to her and made his way down the hall and into the bedroom.
	Allison felt like melting.  ‘way to be cool, Ally.” She drolled to herself, chastising for her foolishness.  Sighing she scampered down the stairs and to the laundry room.
	After depositing the sheets into the washer and doing a quick wash she realized that “Holy shit, I’m still naked!” she felt like a dope.
	In her mind she saw Dan’s dong.  She thought of Mike, Lank, and Dan—all taking turns fucking her brains out, squirting their juices all over her; then turning her over and ramming their rods into her asshole.
	Bedroom?
	Ally blinked her eyes excessively, he hadn’t gone to the bedroom he shared with her Mom.  He had gone into the bedroom of Ashley, his daughter!
	Feeling a little sick, panic propelled Ally up the stairs to her step-sister’s bedroom.  Though she did her best to avoid and have as little intervention with the six year old, some since of chivalry made Ally want to protect the child anyways.
	On her purple kiddie bed with playful dinosaurs all over them lay six year old Ashley Brianne with her pink panties at her ankles, her blue nightgown pulled up to her chest.  Standing braced against the bed was the girl’s naked Daddy, Dan.
	Allison stared in disbelief, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Allison screamed—not disturbing the sleeping Ashley.
	Dan whirled and was for a moment greatly shocked—then relieved to find that it was only his naked teenage step-daughter.
	“Whoa!” he told her as she came into the room wildly and highly pissed off.
	“GET AWAY!” Ally screamed again.
	“Just you hold on, sweetie!” almost yelled back Dan.
	“You fucking monster,” Ally bitched, “how could you!?”  she came to try and block the naked cum dripping man from doing whatever he had been doing or going to do to Ashley.
	“I said hold on, sweetie--”
	“Don’t fucking call me sweetie!”  Allison was pissed.

	Dan had finally had enough and in a quick suddenness Allison was caught off-guard with a quick slap to her face.  The sting stung and flung her spinning, toppling to the floor whereupon a quick naked Dan pounced on her, pinning her.
	She began to twisted and shout, forgetting that her Mom was not in the house she called for her anyways—she called for Ashley but Ashley was sound to sleep (drug induced doncha know.)
	“Yer no Saint yourself.” Dan finally got out.
	Ally held her thoughts, breathed hard, and was all kinda of confused.  This wasn’t happening—this simply fucking wasn’t happening.
	“GET OFF ME!” she yelled and twisted.
	“Either you calm yourself or I’ll smack you some more!”
	Ally wasn’t about to be calm—not for awhile.  She struggled for a few minutes before collapsing and breaking into sobs.  Dan relinquished his pinning of her and sat up—he was naked sitting straddled right on her waist, casually ogling her lovely teenage breasts.
	Allison suddenly flew into a rage, it had been a ruse on her part but she was still pinned.  Her arms reached out to slap but Dan once more adjusted himself and pinned her hands down—but moving himself up to squash himself down onto her chest—resting thusly his cock right between her magnificent titties.
	“Not so fast, sweetie.”
	Ally seethed at him calling her that, “sweetie” was reserved for use only by her Mom.
	“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”
	“You need to settle down first.”
	“FUCK YOU!”
	Dan smiled and wriggled himself.  Ally once more began to cry.
	Dan wasn’t falling for it this time even though her strength had waned.
	“Listen, sweet bitch,” he said glaring at her, “I know shit about you.”
	Ally suddenly was all ears.  What the fuck did he know?
	“I’ve got pictures, too.”

	From a special drawer in the back of his desk in his den came a small digital camera.  Though small it had a 2-inch LCD viewing window on the back.  Activating the camera Allison was privy to the stored pictures within, plus a 30-second video of her sucking off Mike’s boys plus a couple of other boys.

	Standing naked beside a man who was also naked Allison felt a horrible feeling overwhelm her.  She had strove to keep what she did with her charges to herself and to be “found out” was just the end.
	“You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
	Allison shuddered.  This was not good.  No, not good at all.
	“Go to your room and wait for me.”
	Allison was in a spot, she stared at herself sucking on Shaun Macauslin.  They were naked, she was on her back on her bed with the boy on her chest—his five year old cock and balls in her mouth.  Another stowed picture had her sucking off on two boys, seven year old Timothy Rivers and his brother, four year old Ricky.  While sucking one she fondled the balls of the other.  All three were stark naked.  And finally,
	A thirty-second video of Ally lay out on her bed naked with eight year old Jacky McDhama laying on her, his puddling working steadily in her pussy, her hands on his butt helping him fuck.
	The trek from the private den up the stairs to her bedroom was a long one.  Her heart pounded and she felt dizzingly ill.  Dan didn’t come with her and for a time she stood stunned in silence in her room.  
	To say she was “confused” would be an understatement.  Thousands of thoughts filled her mind, racing amok and further confounding her.  She had been caught.  How?  She couldn’t figure it and just felt more ill.
	Rubbing her ass in the anticipation of a spanking she stared at the soilage on her bed.  If it dried she would have a helluva explanation to her Mom; “well, Mom, you know, I was thinking of getting gangbanged by a bunch of boys and you know, I was just laying there fingering myself and I had an orgasm—or two.”
	The digital readout on her bedside clock gave the time of being 12:25.
	What was Dan doing?  Where was he?  What was he doing?
	Closing her eyes she stood and waited.  And waited.  And waited some more.  She was thirteen—he didn’t DARE spank her!  She would tell her Mom and his sorry ass beating ass would be out!  In her mind she suddenly remembered that he had sat on her—he had been naked, his cock had been right on her breasts!  She had seen the tip of his cock glistening with cum!
	Ashley!
	Turning Allison darted out of her bedroom and to Ashley’s bedroom

	A coating of gooey cum drenched Ashley’s six year old pussy; strands of cum dangled from Dan’s piss slit to the girl’s sleeping body as he leaned over her masturbating.
	Turning his head as Ally entered, he smiled,
	“Come ‘ere.” he said to her.
	Ally held fast, clenching her fists, biting her lips; but a stern hard look of glaring proportions pulled her into the little girl’s bedroom and to her bed.  Just once had Ashley helped Ashley in the bathtub; helped her to dress a couple of times, tie her shoes, and clean her up after she had peed her pants.  But other than that they really didn’t have a “relationship.”  Allison felt a little bad for the sorrowful way she had treated her.
	Dan stood up, squeezed his dick at the base; a jut of his man juice oozed out of the piss slit.
	“Suck it.”
	Allison wasn’t about to.
	‘No fucking way!’ she conveyed to the bastard strongly.
	“Yes, way,” conveyed back Dan speaking aloud, “suck it or your Mom sees what you do with those little boys.”
	Allison stared angrily to the vile bastard—she shook her head, licked her lips, and seethed all the angrier that the son-of-a-bitch could even concoct such a plan.
	“Does your Mom know about your secret stash?”
	Allison stomach tightened even more.
	“Does your Mom know about Carbon?”  (Carbon was a dark gray German Shepherd doggie that on more than one occasion Allison let lick out her pussy.  The doggie belonged to a girlfriend whose family had gone of vacation and left Carbon in Allison’s care.)
	Allison felt as if though she were going to puke.
	“Suck me.” 
	Allison’s neck muscles so tight began to ache.  Her eyes fell onto the man’s glistening knob; he held his ground not moving—it was up to Ally to move in.
	She had no choice.  She inched forward on her knees…

	The taste of cock.  Could be an title, a book entry chapter, a notation in a personal diary.  The taste of cock.  It was similar to the sucking of cock she did the little boys in her care, but then again—different, too.  She recalled when younger sucking Eddy’s cock that later she made the comparison of “cock” to that of “string cheese!”

	She sucked, gulped, slurped, and received a copious amount of fresh hot jiz shooting to the back of her throat and then down her gullet.  The whole of her mouth was filled with cock and then with sperm.  The ooze oozed out the corners of her mouth but she continued to slurp schlong until it began to soften.
	Dan ran his hands thru Allison’s hair, gently and lightly pressing applying pressure to the back of her head having her continue her work on his manhood.
	When she could take no more she pulled back breathlessly, gulping for air.  Dan’s dandy dong squirted a little more—anointing her breasts.  Dan took his dick and placed it up against his step-daughter’s face.  Allison reeled in the new deed, taking his cock and helping herself to a “face fuck.”

	“You’re good.” smiled Dan.
	Ally still had disdain for the man, the bastard; but there, too, was a part of her that kinda sorta enjoyed it.  Kinda sorta.  It was distasteful, especially the way it came about.  
	Dan went to his knees; Ally avoided looking at him.  That was ok, he turned his attention back to his sleeping daughter.  Leaning against the bed he leaned onto the bed placing his arm about her head in a cuddle fashion.
	Ally made a casual glance to the girl’s pussy—coated with cum.  From first glance she appeared to be virginal.  Ally sighed, so maybe the fucker was only jacking off on her.  That wasn’t too bad.  What else could he do to her—she was six years old!?
	Slowly with his right hand he moved to rest it on the girl’s stomach area.  Ally clenched herself for some reason and watched as slowly the man inched his fingers down to his daughter’s splooged cunt.  When he begin fingering Ashley’s poon the girl opened her legs automatically, but otherwise remained steadfastly asleep.
	Dan got a boner; Allison was aware and hung her mouth open expressing her disgust.  ‘you fucker!’ she said to herself.
	“Tell you what,” Dan said, “you have a choice.”
	“What?” asking “what the choices?”
	“Suck me again, or lick her clean.”
	Ally thought she would throw up right then and there.  ‘what the fuck did you say?’  she eyed his one-eyed monster and then Ashley’s cum strewn pussy.  Neither task she was overly interested in doing—it was despicable either one.

	It was then that that small wee voice in her head that often was quiet (too quiet) suddenly spoke up!
	‘go ahead, lick the pussy.’
	Ally held back, thinking, reconsidering.
	‘what’s the hold up?  You’ve sucked little dicks and balls, what the diff with the little girl?’ then added, ‘doesn’t mean you’re gay, by the way.’
	Ally rolled her shoulder, made a face then positioned herself so as she could lap the drying cum off of Ashley’s young cunt.
	‘mmmmm, young pussy!’
	“What?”
	‘don’t talk outside your mind,’ the Voice said, ‘makes people curious about you.”
	Ally was all kinds of confused—all kinds.  She licked her lips—and then licked Ashley’s “lips” thoroughly cleaning the spunk from the little girl’s cunt.
	The taste of spunk was—distasteful and gross.  But licking Ashley’s young poon—that was all right.  She held back somewhat as she did want to show the girl’s bastard fuck of a father how much she DID enjoy the deed.  
	There was a feeling—a strange feeling deep inside Ally, a feeling that of having a curious desire to FUCK Ashley!  Though it was highly improbable and virtually impossible—the thought—no, the DESIRE was there.  It was as if though she were a guy with a raging hard bone.  She could just about FEEL the cock—if she had one—throbbing hard with the strong-strong desire to mount the sleeping child and fuck her brains out!
	And the feeling wasn’t going away.  Ally could actually feel and therefore have some insight on a guy’s pent up sexual feelings—there was a need to fuck, or get off one way or another.
	The feeling raged within her, all about her but she held back fingering herself and clung to the bed—waiting.
	She didn’t have to wait long.
	“Go to your room—like I told you before.”
	Ally sighed but had a bit of difficulty moving.  Her pussy was on fire, her legs numb and rubbery, and she needed dicking and how immediately.  She clenched and couldn’t shake the feeling of having a “cock”; her gaze rested on the slumbering unaware child; in her mind there was a burning image of her grinding herself against the little one as if she were a dude fucking a chick.  The image burrowed deeper into her psyche and it was evident that she was in sexual agony.

	Once back in her room, on her knees, against her bed she waited.  The sexual feeling had been quelled—sorta.  She still had a tingling betwixt her legs and there was nothing to do but finger it.  That, too, only helped sort of.  Her mind went into a dizzying array of thoughts—what a day!  naughtiness with the Mckenzie boys, torrid thoughts of the boys’ father, Mike, strange feelings inside her, the business of sucking Dan’s cock and then licking his daughter’s cunt and liking it!  It was mindboggling!
	Speaking of Dan, the nude man with a dripping raging hard throbbing cock came into his teenage step-daughter’s room—something he rarely ever did.  The thoughts of him having pictures/video of her being naughty with her boys annoyed her.  and she couldn’t shake the scene of the bastard masturbating onto his sleeping child’s body.  What the fuck ELSE did the son-of-a-bitch do?  As far as Ally could tell, he hadn’t raped the little girl, but she had two other places of entry.  Surely not in the ass, either—she was six years young and that access was just too small/tight for his manly manhood.
	In the mouth?  That was probable.  The fucker.
	
	There was suddenly a sudden sharp painful feeling to her ass—followed quickly by another.  Behind her, Dan, pushed her down to lay on her bed saying “stretch your arms out.”
	Allison stretched her arms out across her bed and another incredible sharp pain assailed her ass.  It dawned on her then—she was being smacked, swatted, SPANKED!
	It was stunning—if not shocking.  She couldn’t remember the last time she had been spanked—especially bare assed!  But other than causing great discomfort although there was some, she felt a unique tingling sensation centralized at her pussy!
	There were no thoughts of getting dicked by anyone.  No thoughts of getting tongued or even friggin’ herself.  It felt good and then gooder with each smack to her bare ass.  There was significant stinging at her ass but the micro-second it was done there was that tingling that tantalized her to the point of orgasm.  Just as the shudder diminished then there was another smack to the inflamed skin to start over.
	It felt like a river trickling between her legs; was she peeing?  The intensity of the spanking was overwhelming on all levels and increased her sexual appetite exponentially.
	Then the spanking stopped—replaced by intense anal finger probing.
	Ally opened her leg stance a little more; laid across her bed a little more, rolling her face into the soiled spot she had yet to clean up…

	Dan ran his hands up and down her sides, squeezed her breasts and lightly fingered her pussy; all the while his cock pressed against her searing ass.  Slowly that hard cock went gouging up and down her ass crack, poking her freshly fingered asshole.
	Ally had no choice but to clench up—her hole was virginal.  Sorta.
	Sorta?
	She had fingered her asshole herself, plunged the plunger into her hole, taken a small diameter candle to her hole, and lastly, taken Carbon the German Shepherd on (to her asshole—this after sucking he’s dick…)
	The presence of Dan’s dong began.

	“Just relax.” Dan cooed to her.
	That was easy for him to say, he didn’t have the Sear’s Tower trying to go up his ass.  But the slow progression of anal invasion made the trek of full anal penetration possible.  Dan let out a mighty sigh of not so much as relief as satisfaction of having all of his cock up the girl’s ass.  (he had only seen the girl getting licked out by Carbon and had missed the times (yea, more than once) of Ally taking the doggie on otherwise.)
	Slowly Dan pulled himself most of the way out—and then eased back into the poop chute all the way—and then back out again—and then back in.  And then repeat the process with a speed factor kicking in.  Allison clung to the bed, rubbing her face into her own spunk.
	The butt fucking increased beyond the limits of comprehension; Dan’s cock powerfully ploughed the Hershey Highway, his powerful ass spanking hands gripping her ass, his sweaty musty balls slapping hard; Allison could only cling to the bed and endure feeling very little sexual joy from being reamed but the thought of being reamed was tantalizing.
	Finally Dan reached his sexual apex and released a mighty load of fresh hot spunk.  Gobs of man cum spewed into Allison’s funk chamber; Dan pumped hard and then slowed, straining as he came off.  He pulled the girl up to him, caressing her front area while his cock was still up her ass.  Allison fingered herself and felt her own sexual appetite just beginning.

	Dan ploughed the Highway  a little longer before his massive fuck stick softened too much to keep the pace.  He pulled out and allowed his funk pumper to rest while he continued an amorous bout of caressing Allison’s body.
	“I have to pee.” Allison suddenly announced.  The tingling sensation in her cunny was getting to be a bit much.  She hoped to dash into the shower and thrust the pulsing water wand against her sex and “get off.”

	Dan let her go, but he followed her, too.
	Ally although a “tomboy” actually had an aversion to being “dirty.”  She liked being “clean.”  As a child when she had gotten dirty she didn’t stay dirty for very long.  She enjoyed climbing trees, hills, rolling in grass, walking through a thick-dense meadow, rock climbing, tumbling with boys (non-sexual) and so on.  But as soon as the activity was over than she was washing up.
	In the shower Dan had her turned to him—he admired her, his cock admired her; Allison was so-so.  Inasmuch as it was “wrong” to have sex with a German Shepherd; to have sex with little boys, to gleefully lick the pussy of a little girl, and such as the like like that there—sex with a grown man like Dan was equally wrong if not more so.  
	There was some apprehensiveness on Allison’s part, but her nipples were hard, her asshole smoldered, and her pussy tingled.  She didn’t have to pee, by the way, she needed dicking—serious and hard.  And in the shower that was what she got.
	With her back against the tiled wall Step-Daddy Dan schlepped his salami into her teenage cunt and fucked—and fucked well.  Ally emptied her mind of frivolous things, wrapped her legs about Dan’s waist and thought nothing but getting off (orgasmically speaking.)
	Ok, there was the thought of Brad, Lank, and Mike drilling her poon—licking her poon, spanking her poon (with their dicks) and coating her poon with their cum.  The images only caused her to go ballistic and fuck her step-dad until he nearly dropped her they were so tumultuously fucking furiously.
	They moved out of the dangerous shower and onto the bathroom floor where they continued.  Ally tried to keep Lank, Brad, and Mike in her mind, even the McKenzie brothers and Carbon, but Dan filled her mind—her body and soul, too.

	She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, what she was allowing to happen to her.  It was unreal and immoral.  On her hands and knees she readily received her step-Dad’s cock in her ass (again.)  The man was a little more gentle than he had been earlier and he was reaching his limit of ultimate goal when they both heard the front door downstairs slam.
	The Mom was home.

*

	3:45AM
	In a little more than two hours she would have to be up (officially) to get ready for school.  At least she wouldn’t have to shower…  Her asshole still smoldering from the outrageous pounding it had gotten, her pussy tingled for the same reason.  She sighed deeply, calming and relaxing her body but her mind was still in uproar.
	Sex with Dan was dangerous—on several levels.  She feared it would be a commonality, the bastard would went to fuck every day.  She feared getting pregnant, too.  She feared getting caught.  Her Mom was usually pretty level and put up with a lot of shit, but catching new hubby and bio daughter engaged in sex acts would be the end.  
	Sex acts.
	Ally wondered still if the man had done more merely jack off onto Ashley’s pussy.  It was a safe bet that the bastard had probably laid his dick against her (pussy) and humped; probably had been in her mouth; and definitely licked her pussy out, too.  The fucker.
	Ally sighed deeply again.  She was tired.  Quickly had she dried off and threw some covers onto her bed and lay still while her naked step-Daddy darted to his own room and private bathroom—pretending to just be getting out of the shower.  Right as rain Ally’s Mom popped her head into Ally’s bedroom to check on her.  Ally feigned sleep with her back to the open door; Allison could see her Mom in the reflection from her dresser’s mirror.
	A few minutes after her Mom closed the door and Ally was applying a special solution to the cum stain on her bed.  It would take a lot more and when it dried it would definitely resemble a piss stain.  Not good.  She would have to find something more stronger later.  She turned the mattress, put on fresh sheets and collapsed.
	Then she had to pee.
	After peeing, and wiping, she stood facing the mirror.  Her ass still had an uncomfortable feeling—specifically the funk hole.  She rubbed her ass and could almost imagine being buggered again.
	‘put the plunger in.’
	The Voice sounded like it was right there in the bathroom with her.
	Whirling around, though, she saw no one.  Then it was a strange-strange feeling overwhelming her—like as if though she were not herself—not in control of herself.  It was a very strange unique feeling.  She could see herself, feel herself, but was NOT herself.

	From her medicine cabinet she selected the jar of petroleum jelly she used to take off make-up, grease her baseball mitt, soothe her dry skin, and lubricate her asshole.
	After lubing said asshole, she took the plunger from behind the toilet, planted it to the floor, and then positioned herself over the short wooden handle.  It made her eyes flutter and the insertion was not graceful and not particular pleasing.  After being reamed in the ass it was definitely not in any sort of comparison to Dan’s dandy dong.  But she slid up and down on the phallic for a few minutes until she couldn’t stand it—her cunny was quaking and needed serious attention more than he puckered asshole.
	Friggin’ herself wasn’t cutting it—she laid out on the floor “getting after it” with her fingers, then trying with the plunger handle—but she knew where something more substantial could get her off—downstairs in the kitchen.  (specifically in the fridge in the “crisper.”)
	In the hallway she paused seeing a light from under the door of her parents’ room.  Were they talking?  Sitting in bed reading?  Or?  Carefully pressing her ear to the door she listened, careful not to step anywhere near the door bottom to reveal that someone was actually standing in the hall listening.
	She heard nothing, though.  She sighed and then moved on.
	But paused again at her step-sister’s bedroom door.  It was open ajar, a nightlight was on.  Ally peeked in to see the little tyke sound asleep still.  She was about to go on and make her trek to the kitchen when,
	‘go inside, check on her.’
	Ally whirled around—no one was there, though.  No one.
	“Who are you?”
	‘do we have to go thru this again?’  then, ‘don’t talk out loud, people will think yer funny.  And I don’t mean ha-ha funny but Loony Tuny funny and lock yer funny ass up!’
	Allison began to become fearful.
	The Voice inside her, though, calmed her.
	When she was calm, but still alarmed and greatly curious, they moved into Ashley’s bedroom, closing the door…

	Ashley was still apparently under the spell of whatever her fucked up father had doped her with.  Her panties had been quickly hoisted up back into place but were bunched up—and she had peed herself.  Not very badly but peed nevertheless.
	‘take ‘em off, take her to the bathroom—take her to YOUR bathroom.’

	Allison complied.
	She stripped the wet panties off of the slumbering Ashley then carried her to the bathroom as suggested.  There the little girl was rinsed off in the shower.  There the little girl was “admired” as before…
	Dried off the child still slumbering was laid out on Allison’s bed.  
	‘that’s a nice pussy.’
	Allison gulped, shook her head and remained confused, startled, and slightly alarmed.  Her pretty eyes left the girl to roam about her room, then in a quick-sudden surprise whirled around to see anyone behind her.
	But there wasn’t.
	“I don’t understand.”
	‘you don’t have to.’
	“W-who are you?  WHERE are you—exactly?”
	‘kinda hard to explain, milya moya, but I think I am a part of you.’
	That was a toughie to accept.  “How?”
	That was a toughie to explain, so it wasn’t, ‘just accept it as it as—‘cause miliy moya, I don’t unnerstand myself!’
	Allison had questions, lots of questions but she basically understood that she had been invaded—or was losing her friggin mind.
	‘listen,’ said the Voice inside her, ‘don’t worry your pretty head about me, I think I’m just passing thru or something, and when the time is right I’ll move on.  (I think).’
	“Ok.” There wasn’t anything else Allison could do—the Voice inside her had no physicality so she couldn’t forcibly force the Invader out.  It was all rather confusing but Allison closed her eyes and nodded—accepting.
	‘khoroshaya moya devochka!’
	“What are you saying?”
	‘hmmm, my apologies, I speak the language of my homeland, Russia.’
	“Oh, ok.”

	The “taste” of Ashley’s pussy was not too dissimilar than that of slurping schlong.  But it did give Allison the same pleasures; as she licked Ashley’s cunt the same unique tingling sinsations erupted betwixt her legs sending her into a furious bout of finger banging herself.
	‘oh that feels good!’ spoke up the Voice.
	Allison paused, “uhm, are you—are you a guy or a girl?”
	There was a long pause, “I don’t know.”
	“I think I’m losing my fucking mind.”
	‘no, it’s me who’s lost.’
	Allison didn’t understand—but that was okay, there were a lot of things and to be a lot of things to come that she wouldn’t understand; having a Host in her head-body would just be added to the list.
	After having her fill of licking Ashley, the child was carried back to her bed.  The mattress turned and fresh sheets put on.  Ashley slumbered on and Allison made way to her bed, passing up going to the kitchen after all—she was exhausted and needed sleep.

*

	The thing with having a Invader whatever in your person was that one of the perks was the instant tutoring help in subjects the Host wasn’t so keen on—like Math.  The Invader seemed to have a fantastic grasp on mathematics and helped Allison finally succeed to a level that had for most of her schooling left her lagging.
	Life Science and Political History sucked for them both, though.
	English was not a struggle but not a particular delight for them, either.
	And then there was Spanish.
	It was evident to the Invader that Spanish wasn’t something Allison she be spending her time on—she wasn’t particularly good it for one.
	‘why did you take this class?’
	‘I need the credit, I have to have one elective in a foreign language.’
	‘what other classes are there?’
	‘German and French.’
	‘hmmmm, no Russian, huh?’
	‘’fraid not.’
	‘try French, I know French.’
	‘Really?’
	‘Oui.’

	By end of school day Allison had dropped Spanish and picked up French 1, Beginning French.  ‘I hope you know what you are doing.’ Allison told her Invader.
	‘don’t worry mon amie, la au jus.’
	‘What was that?’
	‘don’t worry, my friend, it’s all gravy.’
	‘Ah, trois bien!’

	Also by the End of the Day Allison got the feeling that her Invader might be a “guy.”  As to HOW exactly HE had come into her being she was still clueless; her Invader still professed that HE had no idea, either.  Allison doubted it.  
	Allison fretted that she would no longer have private moments to herself, private thoughts and actions.  Her Invader assured her that HE was “just along for the ride, mon amie” and that HE had no abilities to manipulate her mind.
	HA!
	After a few days Allison determined that her Invader WAS a guy.
	She also determined on how HE had come to be IN her.  Which was quite enlightening to her Invader.
	During the course of those “few days” Allison got the Invader to concentrate on Who HE was, she herself saw images in her mind that were not hers.  People that that were unfamiliar to her.  But some “places” were.  With landmarks in mind the two made way somewhat backtracking the Invader’s trek.  
	They came to a home, a church, and a school.
	A large parking lot, a drive-in, and then a bank.
	The images were all jumbled and confounding but Allison saw a commonality—an EMAD.
	It took a long time, days, for Allison to piece together her Invader’s trek from the Bank to herself.  
	‘I think something happened to you at the bank.’
	The Invader concurred.  ‘but what?’
	‘I don’t know, but there was a bank robbery there a few months ago--’
	‘few months?’
	‘Yes.’ Allison showed the newspaper clippings of the bank robbery and the sexual assault of a couple of women and a young girl.
	The Invader was silent.
	‘Hello?’
	‘yeah, I-I’m here.’
	‘So was that you?’
	‘I-I don’t know, not really.’
	Allison felt that her Invader was a scumbum lying piece of trash.
	‘there’s still not enough information.’
	‘What do you mean?’
	‘well, yes, I had an mind device, but I wasn’t using it for sex.’
	‘For what then?’

	‘bank robbery, of course!’
	Allison saw images of two peoples and a nice modest small home.
	‘Who are they?’
	There was silence, eerie silence, for a long while; then,
	‘my parents.’

	Allison deduced somewhat that her Invader was robbing banks to help his Russian immigrant parents.  It was something that she wanted to believe.  But from what she could tell of news reports that mind devices had a way of corrupting even the most diligent person who was out to do Good deeds.  But the ability to overwhelm another person’s mind—it was only a given that the person overwhelmed was going to wind up naked and well fucked.
	More time passed with Allison studying minutely the news of that fateful event.
	‘You know what, I think something else happened there, to you.’
	‘There was someone else there with an EMAD.’ she further stated the obvious.  
	Dom the Invader agreed.
	Further concluded was that during the course of robbing the bank, the other person with an EMAD encountered Dom with an EMAD.  What exactly happened then was not exactly known—but it was surmised that the two EMADs didn’t get along and canceled one another out creating mass chaos.  Or something like that.  
	‘The other guy’s EMAD was stronger than yours and so you got buffaloed.’ that was a safe assumption.  ‘And since you were Invisible Mode, you’ve stayed that way.’
	‘so the question is—how-how do I get back?’
	‘Sorry, I don’t know the answer to that.’
	It left Dom the Invader in a funk—Allison let him be and went on (with her life.)

*

Hey kids!  Let’s go enjoy our favorite activity—SPYING!
YEAH!
	Having an Invader in your body took a little getting used to; ‘specially when the Invader was a guy.  The Invader, too, also had narly mind powers similar to that of the damnedable EMADs that plagued the land(s).  But on the upside he allowed her to be herself—only coming out now and then when needed—like in school.

	Having an Invader with narly EMAD-like powers also allowed her to be privy to things she normally wouldn’t be privy to.  Like spying.  Using a lot of concentration Dom the Invader was able to envelope Allison completely and conceal her from visible sight.  Although it was cool and all, it left them both with equally narly headaches and temporarily put the Invader out of communication for a while—sometimes a long while.
	But in the interim she was able to walk around unseen.
	That was cool—way cool.
	At school she saw students kissing, pressing their young bodies together and becoming very amorous.  One pair, 8th graders Jan Hopkins and Marcia Hillary were escalating their young love and before they got caught slipped off behind the handball courts for privacy.  The unseen Allison followed them.
	By the time she found them, Marcia had Jan’s cock out and was playing with it.  She was on her knees, Jan a strapping lad of 14 had a nice cock—a little longer/thicker than most boys his age.  Marcia seemed to admire it—mostly by kissing the head and then sucking it.
	Allison stood fairly close and became horny herself.  There was no sign of awareness from her Invader.  Jan worked his cock into Marcia’s mouth, the girl cupped his balls and caressed his ass.  By Jan’s flexing ass, humping motion, and facial expressions he was at the verge of cumming.
	Marcia anticipated such and apparently wasn’t into being splashed with cum; not on her person anyways.  She stood up and opened her simple white blouse revealing her teenage titties.  Jan admired them as much as she had admired his cock.  A moment was spent admiring, ogling, and caressing.  Marcia lowered her tight designer jeans and blue stripped panties.  Jan embraced her; they hugged, kissed, and caressed followed by Jan laying down…

	Allison loved watching sex in action—getting right behind the lovers she watched in awe as Jan’s cock slid effortlessly in and out of Marcia’s cunt.  It made Allison horny and she began to frig herself.  Jan’s balls cinched up and then slapped rapidly as he fucked.  Marcia wrapped her arms and then her legs about her nude lover and they fucked for several minutes before Jan released a massive wad of spunk.
	Allison felt more than tingling between her legs, too.
	The voices of fellow students alerted Allison that their privacy was about to be busted.  Allison was relatively sure for certain that SHE was unseen, but as for Jan and Marcia…

	‘Are you there, we got trouble.’
	‘whad up?’
	‘We got company.  Can you do something?’
	Dom the Invader had a bitch of a headache, he was felt to sigh and take too long to asses the situation but eventually directed his thoughts powerfully to two boys and got them to fight.  The encroaching “company” was thusly distracted giving Jan and Marcia time to get dressed and scurry on their way.

Next!
	Two girls, one from the 7th grade, Tina McFay and one from the 8th grade, Georgette Nammers swapped spit down at the end of the science hall.  The two seemed not to be under the influence of anything—EMAD or otherwise.  No one else was about, school was a done deal and over for the day.  The girls had a steady embrace going, hands exploring the other; Tina’s blouse was open and Georgette was caressing the exposed titties, tweaking the hardened nipples and Dom the Invader was highly intrigued.
	‘damn, what do we have here?’
	Allison told him who the girls were, she knew them both.  They were ok and not bitches; they were classmates but not in Allison’s social group.
	‘would you mind if I got involved?’
	‘What do you want to do?’
	‘hmmmm.’

	In a classroom the janitor hadn’t gotten to yet Dom the Invader had Allison escort Tina and Georgette.  Once inside the girls were stripped nude—Tina undressed on her own via a stern communiqué from Dom/Allison, Georgette received the communiqué but didn’t respond.  She was stunned into submission so Allison had the task of undressing the girl.
	‘you’ve had a tryst with one of your girlfriends, right?’
	Allison knew it was useless to lie to Dom, he was IN her mind, he either already knew the answer or could easily dig for it.  With a sigh of heaviness, ‘Yes.’
	Nothing more was said and with the two teen lover girls naked, the fun began.
	Dom firstly had Allison caress the girls, her hands roaming all over the nude teens; whatever his Host felt—he could feel, too.  When she ate her meals, cut a paper cut on finger, had a headache, her arm got sore from pitching, she had to pee and fart—Dom felt it all as if it were himself!

	Once the “caressing” exploration was over Allison licked out the girl’s poons.  Tina had a neatly trimmed cunt while Georgette’s poon was bald.  Tina had a virgin snatch box while Georgette’s revealed penetrative activity.  
	‘damn, I wish you had a dick!’
	Allison was bemused by his statement, she said nothing but carried on.  Dom grew more intensely horny; Allison’s tongue drove as deep as possible into Tina and Georgette’s sex, prying their pussy lips open and delving deeply—licking all about and nipping the lips, too.
	Then it was up the nude bodies to suckle a moment or two on the titties before straddling Tina’s face first, and then Georgette’s.  Once straddled the girl beneath was commanded to “lick.”
	Tina licked but wasn’t particularly good at it.
	Georgette licked like a pro.
	With Georgette, Allison experienced an orgasm.
	‘Oh shit that’s good!’
	Dom the Invader did as well.
	During the “days” of finding himself, piecing together his trek from the Bank to where he was currently with Allison there were only three times Allison had to be slutty with her step-dad.  She partially fumed at the abuse, it was wrong, illicit, immoral, and she didn’t like the way it came about.  But then again, she kinda sorta DID like it—to be spanked, fucked, fingered, and thrilled.
	She also continued to catch him molesting Ashley; having her drugged, stripped naked, and jacking off onto her pretty little face and/or pussy.  Allison came upon him one night and thought surely he was raping or sodomizing her, but his cock was not IN her but merely ON her—grinding against her cunt.
	Allison’s job was to clean up the little afterwards.

	After Tina and Georgette, Baily Huarterson and Mr. Grissom.
	Baily Huarterson was in Allison’s grade level, but she was fourteen and supposed to be in the 8th.  The exact reasons why were not clear, she had no friends or apparent social group, kept to herself, and apparently was not an “A” student.  Not even a “B” student.  From what Allison could see (outside the class) she sucked at everything—sports related.
	She also sucked cock.
	Mr. Jim Grissom’s cock specifically.

	Allison gathered that Mr. Grissom was going to PASS Baily for her extra credit activity.  He was a nice man, Allison had him for social studies and he seemed very fair.  He was black, in his forties, had a family, drove a Beamer.  
	In his social studies classroom the girl was on her knees with Grissom in his chair, his cock buried to the base in the girl’s mouth.  Baily’s green stripped full button shirt was undone and her bra that clipped from the front undone revealing her nice adequate teenage titties.
	After the blowjob and a mouthful of cum, Baily stood up and undone her jeans.  She was of average size—a little taller than most girls even in the 8th grade.  Long stringing straight blond hair, long jaw line, too.  Her arms and legs were “long” and she would be excellent in basketball—save for the fact that she was clumsy.
	Down came the jeans and she stood clad in basic white panties.
	Although Mr. G had just cum off and his black mamba had been well satiated by the terrific blowjob, he got hard again.  The girl was embarrassed but not emotional.  Casually she caressed her butt and Allison’s Invader moaned.
	Slowly down came Baily’s panties.
	‘Oh my God!’ Allison started as she saw numerous welt marks on the girl’s backside, her ass, and legs.
	‘damn, that’s too bad.’  The marks were a mix of Old and New, recent.  There were bruises and cuts indicating harsh to outlandish beatings.
	‘That poor girl.’
	‘we cant help everyone.’ Dom the Invader said, ‘but maybe we can help this one.’
	‘I like that.’

	Grissom didn’t fuck Baily, but he looked at her nakedness, fingered it, and had the girl step out of her clothes and sit on his desk.  Laying her down he went down on her, licking her pussy to his delight.  When he reached his pivotal apex he did like Ashley’s Daddy did, jacked off onto her cunt—this after he was denied trying for a backdoor sneak.  He had gripped Baily’s legs and attempted to raise them and then stab her asshole.  But Baily resisted—mainly cause the bastard then would see her “marks.”  
	‘Can you do something?’
	There was silence while Grissom laid his cock against Baily’s cunt and humped tenaciously to get his nut(s) (off).  He did manage to do so, squirting a massive mess of milky cream all over the girl’s pussy and midriff.

	The man looked fainted, sat up from his pinning position to watch as his cock ejaculated.  He then sat/collapsed into his chair—he was satisfied.  (the fucker)
	Baily lay trembling some but managed to sit up.  It was then both Host and Invader noted that the girl was a little off.  Allison didn’t know the girl that much, if at all, but up close and personal and studying her during the time she had been on the desk made it clear to her that Baily Huarters was a little “off.”  Not so off as to place her in the Special Ed class, but close—damn close.
	Standing up the girl began pulling up her panties—not bothering to wipe off the spunk coating her.
	‘Ewewew.’
	No comment from the Invader.
	Grissom looked as if though he was not quite thru and wanted to take the girl across his knees for to render unto her a bit o’ spanking.  But noise out in the hallway dismissed that notion and he quickly gathered himself.
	Baily dressed, collected her books, and scurried out the door.

*

	‘So any ideas on how to separate us?’
	‘no, not really.  But it would be my guess that an EMAD would have to be used.’ And with that he was greatly confused.  When his Host would raise her left arm, he could SEE his wrist-worn EMAD Diver’s watch Device, but she could not—nor could she feel it.  Nor could Dom.
	It was confounding and another EMAD was certainly needed.
	‘I think what happened was there was an overload, mindlinks got crisscrossed and my Device got shorted or overwhelmed.  Something like that.’
	‘I don’t know much about them.’
	‘apparently, neither do I.’
	They made they way home, missing the group Allison usually walked home with ‘cause of their extra curricular activities (spying).  Allison was still bugged by what she saw involving the bastard fucker Grissom, and she wasn’t too keen on her romps with that bastard fucker step-Daddy of hers, either.
	They paused at a drive-in for a tasty treat.  It was very strange, still; whatever his Host did—eating, pitching, walking, thinking, farting, fingering, Dom the Invader felt and experienced those acts, too.  
	“Strawberry shake, please.” Allison told the counter clerk.
	‘pineapple.’
	“Correction, make that a PINEAPPLE shake.”
	‘sorry, I haven’t had one in a long time.’
	With a large bag of fries the “two” sat down at the wooden picnic benches and rested.  Most of the time Dom was quiet—thinking.  Inasmuch as Dom could read and/or interpret Allison’s thoughts, she could not read his (unless he wanted her to.)
	At length there came to be a Subject.  A young boy walking home from school—alone.  Allison had spotted him first, her first thoughts were “he’s too young to be walking home alone.” Which was true, in the day and age of wandering aggressive perverts, EMADs, low-life scum, and so on, no one was safe at any age or sex to walking anywhere.
	The blond haired youth was about seven years young, loaded with a bookbag and casually wandering the way home across the street from the drive-in.  There was a four lane road between, a railroad track, and the school he had just come from.  There were mostly commercial businesses in the construction and home improvement departments scattered on large lots beyond the tracks; a small mini strip mall, two gas stations, and then the housing tract of which the boy was making for—all alone.
	The boy did pause at the railroad track before crossing.  He then had to pause at the stoplight to wait his turn.  When the OK to Cross sign blinked green he darted across—having to pause and pick up his bookbag when it slipped from his shoulders—but luckily the bag was closed and didn’t spill contents—and luckier still was alert drivers who waited (albeit honking their horns) while he crossed.
	When finally across he made way along the front inlet street—this where the two lane road going North had a “side street” that ran along where the mini mall was scattering four blocks long; the home improvement place was there, a barber shop, pizzeria, a storefront church, pet shop, another church, a bar, auto parts store, and so on.  The Subject made passed the home improvement lot and turned down the side street.  He went at an angle and then into the alley behind all those places mentioned above.
	Dom smiled.  ‘let’s go for a walk.’

	The boy, Brian Smathers, was half way down the alley by the time Dom/Allison made him.  One the left side of the alley was the back area of the mini mall lots, small yards housing extra crap, abandoned crap, and general crap.  On the right were great wooden fences, chain link fences, stone fences from the houses on the other side.  Great trees and ivy also lined the right side and fences.

	…and when the Subject Brain Smathers had skipped merrily to the near end of the alley Allison felt a strange tingling enveloping her body—inside and out.  It was very strange and greatly weird
	The feeling only lasted a moment.  When it was over 1rst grader Brain stood still eight feet from the alley entrance.  Allison’s heart pounded, she gulped and looked around—though no one was about in the back areas of the mini mall the deed she was contemplating—with Dom’s coercion—frightened her.  Not to the tune of being scared although that was a concern, too, but more to the point of worry; worry and fear that someone would see her escorting the young lad into the open back yard of an auto parts store that was closed—out of business.  
	There was a lock on the fence-gate but the gate was easily defeated and Allison easily escorted the boy under the great awning and behind a wall of tires, engine blocks, and assorted car parts stowed on old outside shelving.
	The little boy was cute.  Dusty blond hair, sweet face, blue eyes—and mind stunned into utter submission.  Allison took a long pause as she squatted before the boy,
	‘ok, take his pants down.’
	It wasn’t the first time she had done so, of course, there were several boys in her circle she had done same—but this time around seemed different.  She didn’t know why and it bugged her.  But on encouragement from her Invader she undone Brian’s pants and pushed them down, along with his tidy-whiteys.
	‘mmmm, that’s nice.’ Dom the Invader said ogling the boy’s penis.
	Allison had the same sentiment but didn’t say so.
	‘play with it.’ Dom further encouraged.
	Allison barely needed encouraging to do so, she put her fingers about the boy’s dangling pud and “played” with it.  Some tugging, squeezing, and playing got the little dinky to stiffen.  A natural thing.  When it was stiff, Allison partly on her own and partly on Dom’s intrusion masturbated the pud before “going down” on it.
	It was a very unique feeling all around—specifically for Dom and Allison.  Dom could actually “taste” the boy’s cock in his mouth.  He could smell the mustiness of a contained penis inside underwear all day; along with the slight distaste of pee.  There, too, was significant image of sucking the boy’s cock himself, mingled with sodomizing his Host.  
	Allison had Brian’s cock in her mouth, but mingled with that she felt her ass being buggered, her titties being fondled, and her pussy being fingered.  

	Laying down sliding her pants and then her panties down Allison felt uncomfortable—and although she was being strongly coerced she knew; she, too, was acting on her own.  There was some sort of bizarre feeling that thrilled her.  It bordered on the fact that she could be busted, seen by someone; and it thrilled her along with frightened.
	Maneuvering the boy between her legs was clumsy at best but was eventually done; Allison’s fear of being caught waned as she guided young Brian’s chingus into her cunny.  With her hands clamped tightly to the boy’s soft bare bum warming in the sun, Allison’s passion for illicit sex increased ten-fold.  She shuddered an orgasmic shudder as Brian’s cock invaded her; strangely, Dom felt the same intrusion as if HE had a cunt!
	Allison really got into the deed; having her grip on the boy’s ass she moved him up and down.  A few times his dick slipped out of her but that was ok, she grinded him up and down her cunny until his dick slipped back in.
	Dom felt as if though he was in the boy’s ass—Allison saw that and was somewhat disturbed by it—but her doing was just as disturbing (illicit, immoral, etc.)  It was orgasmically sensational whatever the damning.  After just a few minutes and Allison was indeed achieving fantastic orgasm.  It was more than a shudder throughout her body—more than a tremble.  Her nipples hardened, toes curled, hair tingled, and her pussy seemed electrified.  She made the boy hump her harder and faster; her pussy clamped about her pussy invader, tightening and straining inasmuch as a guy’s dick did so when at the apex of its cumming.
	It felt like a real good pee, a long held back urge suddenly satisfied.